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The Abbott’s quarters was simplistic yet comfortable, and the smell of properly cooked food was the first thing to reach Bluestripe’s senses. Seated in one of two armchairs beside the paned glass windows was an older adult mouse. Though he wasn’t nearly as old as the dormouse gatekeeper, he was far from as young as the Skipper.

Upon seeing the badger enter, the humble mouse Abbott Quentin, stood up and gave him a welcome smile. “Ah, there you are! Welcome to Redwall Abbey. Come, have a seat, let’s get a good look at you. I have lunch ready, in case you’re hungry.” He gestured to a large tray on an end table beside the armchairs.